The Animal Inside, Speaks.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  No Houses


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I cannot with any degree of honesty find the truth. All run a-kiltered, helter-skelter, while I, with chronicles, do not agree.   By feeding the hunter inside of me, I have fed the wolf. While trying, with small troubled language, to convey thoughts of lasting plighted words, I have become silent in this conquest.

I have pacified my singular adventure, attempted at flower arrangements for funeral banquets, recollected my fond heart embarrassments, loathed my naked knowledge in obscurity, and out grown countless scenes of grief for spectators to shame.

I will, then by what remains, with subtle friction, capture this spark by time withered hands, to hold within my own cherished immortality; then bring it back to flame, with a purity of existence.

I feel fine; to know I am alive,

if only, just for this day.

The animal inside, speaks. 


Submitted: August 25, 2020

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Serge Wlodarski

Let the beast out. Show the insects what you are and they will stay out of your way.

Tue, August 25th, 2020 11:55am

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Thank you, Serge !

Tue, August 25th, 2020 4:31pm

hullabaloo22

Written as only you can, Doc. We won't let them get us down.

Tue, August 25th, 2020 6:09pm

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Thank you so much, Hully !

Tue, August 25th, 2020 4:31pm

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